The dusky-leaf monkey, he came from afar,
curled up in the lid of a cinnamon jar.
He sailed the pale ocean on lily-moon beams,
to sprinkle our noses with sweet-smelling dreams.
And now the foul night-smelling ghosts are no more!
O lavender pillows! O peppermint snores!
It’s wonderful what the wee monkey one did,
our dusky-leaf friend, in a cinnamon lid!
From Monkey Shines: Night Poems, an unpublished collection of poetry for children.